FILL: Twelve years, Amy/Rory, G, spoilers for 7x05honeynoirOctober 13 2012, 23:34:47 UTC
So as usual what I planned to write and what I actually wrote was not the same thing -- apologies if it doesn't fit the prompt.
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Some indeterminable time between getting to bed and that’s-the-alarm, while it’s still quite dark, Amy wakes him with cold hands and a drop of frothy toothpaste against his bare chest. “You’re getting up, Mr Pond, Mr Williams Pond,” she says, around her brush. “Twelve years.”
He wipes at the drop. “I know.”
“Oh, don’t get nostalgic now.” Amy whirls away, her gown nearly taking down the lamp on his beside table. “Do put your trousers on, pleaseRory’s still rubbing the hard crust of sleep from the corners of his eyes, stumbling out into the always-present throng occupying the brightening streets. He’s barely had time to tie his shoes, to run his comb through water. This was the Amy who couldn’t afford to second-guess herself
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Some indeterminable time between getting to bed and that’s-the-alarm, while it’s still quite dark, Amy wakes him with cold hands and a drop of frothy toothpaste against his bare chest. “You’re getting up, Mr Pond, Mr Williams Pond,” she says, around her brush. “Twelve years.”
He wipes at the drop. “I know.”
“Oh, don’t get nostalgic now.” Amy whirls away, her gown nearly taking down the lamp on his beside table. “Do put your trousers on, pleaseRory’s still rubbing the hard crust of sleep from the corners of his eyes, stumbling out into the always-present throng occupying the brightening streets. He’s barely had time to tie his shoes, to run his comb through water. This was the Amy who couldn’t afford to second-guess herself ( ... )
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(adding it to the masterlist)
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